You must be made of straw
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The way you bend
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You're afraid of windy days or any breeze
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At all it never ends
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We run too much
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And we shake too many hands
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Now all our thumbs are broken
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And our toes too sore to dance
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But when our minds are sharp
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And our teeth are clean
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We focus on the past
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And we don't say what we mean
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It's then that we gain perspective
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It's then we realize where we went wrong
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Oh oh oh oh
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Don't be so cold when I kiss you
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Oh oh oh oh
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Don't be so bold as to miss me
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Strange how words
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Seemed to only make things worse
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So let's speak without our tongues
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And we'll sing without a verse
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Until your eyes are red
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Until my stomach hurts
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Until we're bleeding from the silence
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And the salt has stained our shirts
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Until there's pleasure in our pain and our
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Sadness leads to gain, again, again
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Oh oh oh oh
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Don't be so cold when I kiss you
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Oh oh oh oh
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Don't be so bold as to miss me
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We must be made of glass
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The way we break
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We crumble into pieces
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When we leave too much at stake
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But when your mind is closed
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And our heads are sore
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We've buried all the laughter
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And you're walking out the door
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Think back to a time when time was a place
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Where a thought was a dream
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And a dream was a hope for time
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Don't Be So Cold
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| Stabilo |
